Luyện nghe bài hát Twisted Heat

We know y'all out to drink 'til y'all up
We know y'all sittin' on
We y'all reppin' your hood
But how many kill

Bounce that ass, load cribs
Let me see the mobbin' niggaz that shit
While these be scummy
And'll go for the

to ride when they holdin' a lick
Thugs with the Chevy's, with the trucks
The real gun runner never run he bust
Henny and he mobs in the front, smoke a blunt

Sippin' with a fifty sack the nuts
with ass and no gut
Let me see you jiggle it from side to
if it's static then pass me the strap

Gonna 'til my ride
All the hoes freaky niggaz, with the 'fedi
get buck up in the club
And all my soldiers, out, gangstas, mob up
All the homeys on the

Anny up on the fin and let's go get us a
too, we got a custom 'Lac, hustlin' pack
Til a bust, they bustin' back
Guys that'll roll dice and win
Girls with 'fits that the skin

Real niggaz your best friend at the pen
Real hoes let your friend know about men
'Cause I be ass
And'll make a glass disappear like a genie
Move to the LOX and

While them hoes backin' that thang up on my
It's no nigga in the world could see me
When I Ruff Ryde Drag-On
Rollin' up big in a Mercedes
If you herb we got bombs

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Gotta kick that shit for the fine and all my nugz
For the ones who smoke pot, do ups and ball in our hood
What do a say when he say Drag-On and Twista?
(Wanna me?)
Gangsta, let's ride, hustla me

By know should know, that the kid spit tight
And this kid fire light
And the bitch I don' like last night
I give a fuck 'bout a 2 and a half mic

'Cause the muthafuckin' magazine that I read
Is I buy my gun from it
How many bullets you could digest in one stomach?
I y'all run from it

And the click-click from the Calico, I go
it, pimp, with a lot of hoes
I'm the same muthafucka countin' that dough
Cookin' that coke to a pot of

'Cause my rainbow is color top that crackhead cop
I care I gotta cap me a cop
As long as I got enough to cop me
A drop, pop glocks

Drag, open up by watchin' co-op's in convo at condos
the heat up in jeeps, in case y'all creep upon me
I run up on y'all in a cab with a on me
And the on leavin' is me

And the one bleedin' is you, tryin' to breeze with me
All the Roc is E N Y C E in the NYC the white T
All I really do is

F, R Y D E, D R A G, to the dash O N
Catch me, smokin' potent, bet it leave y'all, soakin'
your insides open

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Hold the fuck up, slow
Drag, Twista, up
These muthafuckaz don't know real out here
(They damn don't)
This is 2
(Volume 2)
Nigga, so, get

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Whether murder or bouncy beat, my be philosophical
on tropical, achievin' all missions impossible
When I up the block at you, pop at you
If your cry there's nothin' I could do

Should fucked with Mr. Illogical
I'm in to clubbin', clubbin', shake it, don't you break it
You booty to shapey, can't take it, wanna see you
I don' a boo muthafucka so you know I'm lit up
Everybody get up, spin a Twista, it's a stick up

This where the shit pick up, let me load clip up
pour me some liquor, Flame-On and Twista
Let's see if you who'll miss ya
I love the dirty South why I gotta dirty mouth that'll burn you out

Tell your bitch I got a that'll turn her out
Especially I tell her turn around, I don' hurt her now
come back and I think it's time to get murdered now
I'm tired of silly clowns, spittin' out weak shit, sound like my

You gon' me pull a all nighter
Standin' in front of your crib with gasoline and that lighter
Now hit, we miss ya, Drag-On and Twista
(Puttin' it on 'em)